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    Under the blue and pure sky, there is a patchwork of high and low white tombstones. The sun gently kisses the tombstones, just like the affectionate goodbye that year.

    In that year, there was a lot of war and chaos, and there was a sea of ??corpses and blood, and it was only in exchange for the square that white pigeons fly over today.

    The corners of An Yun's eyes were a little moist.

    This peaceful scene made his heart sore and astringent.  Although that era has never passed, at this moment he still sheds tears for the hard-won peace.

    In the three hundred years of darkness, there are endless tombstones sleeping.

    [The young man looked at the densely packed tombstones in shock, and was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing what to say.

    The veteran limped into the martyrs cemetery, looked at the tombstones all over the mountains and plains, leaned on crutches, raised his chest and raised his head, the heavy medal on his chest was shining, and slowly saluted the military.

    "Comrades, I'm here to see you."

    The young people watched this scene quietly, with solemn expressions, and their young and pure eyes sparkled with water.

    The old soldier turned around, his voice was hoarse, but with force that cannot be ignored: "Follow me." He said proudly, "Let me introduce you to my comrades."

    The veteran put his hands down, limped and stopped under a tombstone.

    Two languages, Chinese and Russian, are impressively engraved on the white tombstone.

    Wang Qingchen (1890-1918): A Chinese fell asleep here. He was a soldier and a Marxist. In order to realize communism, he fought to the last moment, and then slept forever at the Via station.  1

    "Chinese?" The young people were in an uproar, "How can there be Chinese here?"

    The veteran replied: "I haven't met him, but I know him. He's a hero.

    He was a Chinese laborer who later participated in the October Revolution"

    The old man Shaq's eyes were empty, and he fell into a long and long memory.  ¡¿

    Chinese?  Xie Xun could hardly believe his ears.  He did not expect that the first martyr to appear in the film turned out to be a Chinese.

    Why are there Chinese people lying in Soviet martyrs' mausoleums?  What happened to him?  Why did he die?

    Xie Xun had infinite questions in his heart, and only the following plot could give him answers.

    [October 1917.

    "Rights belong to the people!" "Capitalists, get out!" "Against the war!" "We want bread!" The parade marched through the streets and alleys, and workers from all walks of life raised their arms and shouted in excitement.

    Six-year-old Menshaq was lying on the window sill, watching the parade crowd curiously.  Among the Russians with high noses and deep eyes, those yellow people are particularly eye-catching.

    As they passed the windowsill, Menshak couldn't help but ask, "Sir, where are you from?"

    The yellow people stopped, and one of them answered his question in unproficient Russian: "We are from China, and we used to work in the Kama mining area in the upper reaches of the Volga."

    "China? This is the first time I have seen a Chinese." Menshak asked doubtfully, "Why did you come to Moscow?"

    The Chinese people looked at each other and smiled: "We are here to participate in the revolution."

    Menshaq was even more puzzled, "What is revolution?"

    "You'll know when you grow up."

    The Chinese waved goodbye to him and continued to follow the team.

    "Menshaq! How many times have I said this, don't read it, the police will arrest you!" His mother closed the window with a snap, and stared at him fiercely with her hands on her hips.

    Menshaq shrank his neck, "Mom, I just saw a few Chinese people. Where is China?"

    Mom curled her lips, and a look of disgust flashed in her eyes: "The Chinese are all villains and liars," she warned her children earnestly: "Don't get close to the Chinese, they will do terrible witchcraft."

    Menshaq nodded half-understood.

    Outside the window, suddenly several piercing gunshots sounded, and there were sudden screams and running sounds on the street.

    "Killed!"

    "Police: The police killed someone!"

    "Help! Help us!"

    Screams, cries for help, running and trampling, and piercing gunshots mixed together outside the house, and there was a deathly silence inside the house.

    Menshak's face was pale, and his big panic-stricken eyes were filled with tears. He asked with a trembling voice, "Mom? What happened? Will they die?"

    The mother's face was stiff, she blinked her eyes desperately, and her voice was like a taut string: "It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you!The committee was killed in battle.

    Of the three Menshak brothers, he was the only one who survived.

    Later, the train came again and again, bringing in elderly people over 60 years old and boys in the tenth grade.

    Later, the train brought the women.

    Nina, his little sister, took the hand of his four-year-old daughter and went to the battlefield with a sniper rifle.

    This was not surprising at the time.

    The women's fathers, husbands, and brothers all died on the battlefield, and their hometowns have also fallen, so the women can only take their children to fight.

    "Back then, there were a million women fighting.

    They are snipers, artillerymen, tank soldiers, signal soldiers, machine gunmen, pilots, guerrillas, etc., and of course doctors and nurses.  The old man Shaq sighed softly, his expression was both sad and proud: "Our Russian women are so iron-blooded and heroic.  "

    A blond girl asked with a trembling voice, "how did Nina die?"

    Menshaq's eyes were in a daze for a moment because of the blond hair, and he replied after a few seconds: "I heard that she was killed by a bomb. She was killed together with her four-year-old daughter, and there is no body left."

    After a short silence, the old man touched the name on the tombstone affectionately, and his voice was hoarse: "Later, a woman's name was widely circulated on the battlefield¡ª¡ªLyudmila Mikhaillovna Pavlyuchin  Ke, she is a sniper like Nina, she killed 309 German soldiers, she became a well-deserved heroine of the war and a national model."

    "But no one knows about Nina."

    "Nina died too early."

    "She hasn't had time to make a contribution yet."

    Menshak looked sideways at the blonde, but seemed to look past her at the other blonde.

    War, did not remember that girl's face.

    "But I remember."]

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    12 These two people are my fiction, but their deeds are true. They are the epitome of countless little people who have been drowned by the war. Also, for the sake of artistry and dramatic conflict, you should not ask why they were buried in the same martyrs cemetery  inside.

    ? In the October Revolution of that year, 30,000 Chinese laborers participated in the war. Among them, the Red Eagle Regiment led by Ren Fuchen was the most famous. If you are interested, you can use Baidu.

    And, I have worked hard to type, but the movie is still not finished qwq

    I am an immersive writer, that is, an emotional writer. When I write, I must resonate with my emotions before I can write a good work, so every time I finish writing and updating, I feel exhausted.  In order to write this movie this time, I checked a lot of information, and I kept playing various Soviet tragic chorus songs in my earphones. I was always depressed, uncomfortable, and wanted to cry.  Works that you are satisfied with.

    I didn't mean to spoil your appetite, it's just that this movie is too difficult to write

    So, otherwise, you guys will get fat _(:3¡¹¡Ï)_

    ps The recent pneumonia, our city has also fallen There have been confirmed cases, everyone should be careful, wear a mask when going out, wash your hands frequently, go out as little as possible, and stay at home.

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